Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) Read online

  The woman doing the kneading looked over at the blond guard, whose erection tented his loincloth, then she lifted a piece of fabric, licked a nipple, and put the fabric back over. The other woman, whose nipples were being licked, reached around and caressed the first woman’s ass, squeezing.

  Then, she flipped the script, turned the other woman around so her back was facing the first woman and looked at the man over her shoulder. From behind she ran her hands up and down the woman’s body, caressing her breasts, tracing over the thin fabric barely covering everything. The woman in front moaned, and the woman behind her slipped one hand below the fabric around her waist, then looked at the guard and licked her lips.

  Finally, she crooked one finger at the blond guard, who practically leapt the three feet to the women, taking one breast from each into his hands as they began kissing each other again.

  The first guard, the brunet, still had his face buried in the woman’s oversize bosom as she pressed her breasts against his head, moaning. His hands reached around and grabbed and squeezed her ample ass, and the shout Yes! Floated up to where Klea could hear it. Her own cunt began to open and ache, the blood rushing down from watching these wanton women have their way with the guards. Maybe it wasn’t even dangerous that they were maneaters, and the king had just wanted these two guards to have a nice vacation.

  The woman said something to the brunet guard, and he looked up at her, then stood. Right away she was down on her knees, collar and chain stretched from the wall, tossing his loincloth away. Klea watched her flick her tongue over the head of his cock as he moaned, thrusting his hips toward her, but the woman continued to flick at it with her tongue, sometimes moving it around. She heard the guard say suck my cock but couldn’t hear anything else as the woman took the head of it into her mouth, then back out, then swirled her tongue around again. She did it again, and again, and then grasped the base of it with one hand and said something to the man. He nodded as she swirled her tongue again.

  Then, all in one motion she took the whole cock into her mouth, moving her lips all the way down to the root of his cock. From her angle, Klea could see the woman’s throat move as she deep throated him, and then move again as she drew her head back. The guard put both hands on her head and pushed her face down again, this time pausing when she’d reached the end. He groaned and then let her back up but then moved her head back again. This time, when he paused, his entire cock in her mouth and throat, Klea saw the woman’s tongue dart out and over his testicles and the man growled again.

  The other two women had sandwiched the blond guard between them, and he had a look of pure bliss on his face, rubbing and jiggling one woman’s enormous breasts, bending his head down to suck at the nipples and bury his face in them as she other woman, behind him, had his cock in one hand, the other on his chest and rubbed her hard nipples across his back. As Klea watched the guard reached back with one hand to grab a firm handful of her ass, making the woman gasp in delight.

  Together, the women released him and slowly, playfully, pushed him to the ground. One knelt over his chest, facing him, and then lowered her breasts onto either side of his cock. Then she pushed them together, encircling his flesh in hers, and began fucking him with them. She said something Klea couldn’t hear and the guard said something back, and then the other woman knelt behind her and began rubbing her pussy from behind. The first woman moaned as she moved her bosom up and down along the man’s shaft, the two orbs glistening in the light as the other woman worked at her. The man, totally prone, grabbed at handfuls of grass and moaned, thrashing his head from left to right.

  Klea was mesmerized. She’d never been able to fuck anyone with her breasts, but this woman was doing it like a pro: the two enormous spheres moving up and down, pert, hard nipples pointing outward, the man’s member almost entirely disappeared between them as he groaned, obviously getting closer to orgasm with every downward thrust of her chest.

  The, the woman titfucking him stopped, and both women moved away for a second. The other woman knelt over him, this time facing his feet and, with no preamble, pushed his whole cock into her mouth. Klea could see her throat move as well as she blew him fast, cock pumping in and out of her eager mouth, head bobbing up and down, mouth wide. The other woman knelt behind her, tits in the man’s face, and began licking her pussy from behind, lapping gently, letting the man watch. He was moaning nonstop now, little snatches of words coming up to Klea. Lick that pussy clean, you like that cock you little whore?

  Finally, at the brunet guard, that woman took his cock out of her mouth and stood. She led him to the wall, stood three feet away, then braced her hands against it and looked over her shoulder, back arched, ass out. The guard walked up and took both cheeks in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh as she egged him on. Suddenly, with their voices bouncing up the wall, Klea could hear them very well.

  “I want your cock inside me,” the woman was saying as the guard said nothing, just squeezed and squeezed. His hands moved around to her font. “Ohhhh,” she said. “I want your cock deep in my pussy. I need your cock. Please, god, please just fuck me.”

  With one motion, hands now on her hips, he drove his member into her waiting cunt and a wail of ecstasy rose, echoing around the chamber. Klea saw the other two look up, one with a cock in her mouth and the other with her face buried in first’s cunt, before they went back to their threesome.

  “Fill me up,” the woman shouted. “Give me that big hard dick.”

  The guard complied, pumping in and out slowly at first but soon coming to match the woman’s frenzy.

  “Harder!” she shouted. “Harder.” Klea could hear the wet slap of their bodies together. The man thrust so hard he nearly lost his balance, all as the woman screamed encouragement, rubbing her own breasts, looking over her shoulder and grabbing one ass cheek, pulling it aside, slapping it herself.

  “You like that, you slut?” he asked. “Take it like you deserve.”

  The woman just moaned in response.

  The blond guard, mounted by the other two women, was unmistakably near orgasm, breathing shallowly in little gasps. The woman blowing him pushed her face down onto his cock one more time, throat bulging out, and then rose. The woman licking her cunt also stopped and sat up, and then one of them said something to the man. He nodded and responded, and then the woman who’d been blowing him turned to face him and in one motion, sat on his cock.

  As it slid into her she threw her head back and moaned. “...So big!” Klea, listening up above, heard. The other woman knelt next to her and they began making out again, rubbing each other’s breasts, deliberately giving the man a show. As the woman fucking him bounced up and down her tits did too and the man had a look of wonder of his face.

  “...Going to fuck you dry,” Klea heard from above though she didn’t know which woman had said it, and then the woman on top of him suddenly stopped bouncing up and down, instead pushing herself onto him, hard, the other woman’s hand on her clit, rubbing furiously as she touched her own breasts, grinding back and forth on his cock. Klea could see her shout something and noises but no words floated up to her.

  As soon as her movements slowed, the other woman pushed her off the man and mounted him, bouncing up and down again almost savagely. The first woman knelt behind her to rub her clit, and before long, the man was arching his back and shouting, “Fuck me, you dirty whore!”

  That seemed to make the woman come right away, the same way the first woman had, grinding back and forth on his cock and then sinking backwards. When she rose, Klea could see the cock was still hard.

  Then, both women crouched over it. They took turns: one would take it into her mouth, bob up and down, and then the other woman would.

  “Suck it!” Klea heard the man shout, and then he began to come. His semen landed on the two women’s breasts in thick, ropy white strands, a little on their faces. Exhausted, he laid back as the women began to rub his jizz all over each other, making little noises as they did.
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br />   The woman fucking the brunet guard seemed to be coming, too, her shouts of “Harder!” getting even more desperate until they trailed off into little more than animal noises. As soon as she finished she pulled him out, turned around, and began sucking him off again, enthusiastically deep throating him until the last second when he shot right onto her face, semen dripping off onto her tits. She dipped one finger into it and then licked it off, looking up at him.

  Both men sagged, seemingly completely spent. The blond stayed on the ground, even as the women rubbed his semen all over each other, and the brunet sat against the wall.

  Wet and aching, Klea wandered back to one of the thrones and sat, legs far apart, and reached up her skirt. She had armor on, so the angle was a little awkward, but throwing one of her knees over she managed to move the heavy bronze plates aside enough to reach her cunt.

  Then, just as she’d closed her eyes to think about those enormous breasts bouncing and the women fucked the guards, the door to the terrace swung open.

  Klea jumped up. The man who’d entered was at least seven and a half feet tall and as wide as one and a half men, all of it muscle. He seemed to flex as he walked toward her, not wearing more than a thin strip of linen around his waist. As the sun shone in, Klea could see the shape of his cock, even flaccid: huge and perfect.

  “You’re Diomedes,” she said. There couldn’t be more than one man around here who’d been borne of the war god and a giantess.

  “You’re Heraklea,” he said, walking toward her. “I’ve heard about you.”

  Then, he grabbed her by the throat, hard but not hard enough to choke her, and lifted. Like this he walked her, she on tiptoes, both hands grasping at his enormous one, to the stone railing of the balcony where she’d watched her guards get fucked. With his other hand he swept it clear, then laid her across it.

  “I’ve heard you like it rough,” he said.

  His hand still around her throat, Klea couldn’t respond. With his other hand, he forced her knees apart, pushed his hips between them, and then pushed his hand up under her armored skirt. Two huge fingers thrust into her cunt, and Klea gasped, despite the hand still at her throat.

  “I see you enjoyed the show down there,” he said. “Well, I intend to make you work for it.”

  Keeping the fingers in her cunt, he let go of her throat and Klea took a deep breath. She wondered if she’d have a bruise the next day, and she began to move but the fingers in her cunt widened, finding the point between pain and pleasure.

  “Not yet,” the man said. He rummaged around on the floor and came up with a large bronze collar attached to the wall by a chain, exactly like the ones the women below wore, and then placed it around Klea’s neck. Then he took his hand from her cunt.

  “I like it rough, too,” he said. Klea looked at the linen around his waist and saw that it was beginning to bend outward. “Take off your skirt and bend over.”

  It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, but besides, those words had been the start of something good before. Trying to hide her eagerness, she bent over the railing, ass out, and waited. She had a great view of the balcony below, where the women were all gyrating in front of the two guards, who looked totally exhausted.

  Diomedes grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against himself, his tiny linen skirt still on, rubbing it in her wetness, his shaft rubbing between her legs.

  “Oooh,” she said. “I see you’re excited too.”

  Suddenly, the rubbing stopped and he grabbed her hair with one hand, pulled her head back. She couldn’t make a noise, and he leaned his entire height over the table to whisper in her ear.

  “Don’t talk,” he said. He spat the words at her, then pushed her head to the table and began rubbing his cock along her again. “I already know you want it, you wanton minx.”

  With that he stepped away, to one side. Klea tried to look over but couldn’t quite see what he was doing, until she felt a hard slap, square on one ass cheek.

  “Ow!” she said, lifting her torso off the table.

  Diomedes grabbed one arm and twisted it up behind her back, pushing her down onto the wide stone railing, and landed another solid smack on her ass. Klea bit her lip and said nothing, even though the second one had stung even more acutely than the first.

  “Good girls,” he said, and smacked her ass, “should be barely heard.” Smack.

  Klea’s ass had begun to burn, like it was on fire. She was still bent over, feeling incredibly exposed, like it was possible for anyone to just walk up and spank her as well. Some of his strikes grazed her pussy lips, just barely, a tingling sensation that felt like electricity humming through her.

  Smack. His grip on her wrist tightened, and it was all Klea could do not to tell him off, biting her lip and trying her best not to whimper. Smack. She was sure her whole backside was red, and as the spanking continued, she was sure the redness had moved out to her thighs, her lower back. Smack. Her pussy alternated between a tingling sensation like sparks running through it, and the hollow, wet ache of lust.

  Below in the courtyard, the women were helping both men to their feet, still gyrating, still touching themselves as each other, cartoonish bosoms thrust outward and upward, the men half-erect and tired.

  Diomedes released her arm and Klea shook it out, trying to get the numbness out of her had. It wasn’t injured, but it wasn’t pleasant, but the Diomedes took her by the collar again and forced her across the table that was on the terrace, face up, looking at the bright sunny sky, and then at Diomedes’ torso from crotch level. He took her by the armpits and dragged her so her head was just hanging off the table.

  I know what’s about to happen, Klea thought, and tried to relax.

  The battering ram of his cock poked at her mouth, upside-down, and Klea opened slowly, trying to prepare herself for the monster, but he pushed in to the back of her throat and then pulled out again, in and out.

  “I know you can do better than that, harlot,” he said. He ran one finger along her throat. “Can’t you?”

  Klea took a deep breath through her nose and opened her throat as Diomedes’ cock came ramming back in, stopping again at the back of her throat but this time he kept pressing against it, moving back and forth in her mouth. She felt her body jerk as he hit her gag reflex but forced herself to relax, the head of his cock poking at her throat and finally he slid down. He put a hand on her throat as he pushed even further, Klea’s jaw aching. He paused a moment as her nose hit his balls, and then and he pulled back out.

  “That’s what I like in a girl,” he said, seemingly to himself, as he throatfucked her again, pushing at the back of her throat for less time now before it opened for him. He still had that one hand on her throat and seemed particularly pleased when he felt it bulge outward with his thickness, moving it back and forth in her throat before letting her come up for air. Klea hadn’t deep throated anyone in a while, but Diomedes had a beautiful cock, shapely as well as large, and he moaned beatifully as she pleasured him. Her ass still tingled, and listening to him get more and more excited made her even wettter. She reached down and began pleasuring herself, right there on the table in front of him.

  Klea’s eyes began to water and the spit ran down her face, into her hair a little bit as Diomedes pushed his cock back in, groaned loudly as he thrust shallowly in her throat. Every time, just as she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out so she could take a breath.

  “Turn around,” he finally said when he pulled out. Klea dragged her chain around, facing away from him, reddened ass high in the air. He ran his fingers over her as if inspecting her, lightly touching her lips, her clit, her asshole, as though she were a horse and he were considering a purchase.

  Then, suddenly, he pulled up on the chain around her neck, dragging her to him, and he pushed her down onto the ground, face-first, catching one arm behind her back and twisting it up. He forced her knees apart with his own, grabbed her ass with his other hand, and placed the head of
his cock at her entrance. Klea was practically gushing with juices, held motionless on the ground by this giant man with a perfect cock, obviously just moments from fucking her brains out. He nudged at her opening, then stopped.

  “Good girls say please,” he said.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “With...”

  “Please fuck me hard with your big cock,” she said. “God, I want it.”

  With that Diomedes slammed into her, driving her hips into the pavement, rendering Klea breathless as she moaned into the flagstones. She felt as though he were penetrating practically to her belly, as though she were being split in half, skewered. He pulled back and thrust again, even harder this time, her body crushed between him and the floor. With every thrust he jerked her arm a little, sending tiny shooting pains through her body that met with the bolts of pleasure and made an exquisite sensation Klea couldn’t quite name.

  He fucked her again and again, grinding Klea into the floor as he did. The point of her hips and shoulders were raw, her knees bruised as she tried to arch upward into him. His cock filled her perfectly, almost overfilled her, and even with her face in the cobblestones, she felt a familiar force gather in her cunt, ready to be fucked out of her.

  From the courtyard below, she heard wild moans of pleasure, women’s moans, almost a wail.

  “You’ve got a nice cunt for a harlot,” Diomedes said.

  “You’ve got a nice cock for a domineering asshole,” said Klea. At that he twisted her arm up even further, pulling her torso up off the stone floor, and drove his cock as deeply as he could, scraping her hips and knees forward.